0 comments/ 118218 views/ 6 favorites Night at the Bar By: MissKat Kyra walked into "Mike's Hideaway" with confidence. She and her friend, Brent, were to meet here at 8. It was only a quarter past 6, but Kyra thought she would be okay until Brent got there. Her first stop was the bar. "Mudslide," she requested when the bartender came over. As she was waiting for her drink, she scanned the bar. There were a few guys playing pool over in the corner and a few others talking by the jukebox. Kyra estimated there were a total of about fifty people in the bar, and only about 5 seemed to be female. When the bartender returned, she paid for her drink, and went over to sit and watch the game of pool. "Hey, gorgeous!" one of the guys at the table said. The other three turned and scanned her. The sight was one to behold. Her 5'8" frame was perched delicately on the stool. The tiny black mini-skirt she wore left little to the imagination. She had a very tanned complexion, so she wasn't wearing any pantyhose...or panties either for that matter. Her long legs ended in black stiletto heels. She also had on a transparent white top covering a black spaghetti strap top and, as usual, no bra. She wore all of her curly auburn hair down in a cascade that reached almost to her waist. Her bright blue-green eyes shined from under her bangs. She was a gorgeous young lady. She did have a thick frame, but was still slender and very sexy. "Wanna play?" the tall guy asked her. She realized now that she was one of few white people in the bar...the other two whites were also women. "Sure!" Kyra replied. She started to slide off the stool, then felt two strong hands lift her off the stool and stand her up. She turned to see the most attractive black man she had ever see. "Thanks," she said. She smiled. She knew he had to be almost six and a half feet tall. His eyes and teeth were very bright, and his head was cleanly shaved. He handed her a pool cue and offered to allow her to break. She accepted. The black man introduced himself as Jay. The other two guys were introduced as Mike and Chris. Kyra noted with a smile that all three men were very attractive and were all sporting rather large bulges in their pants. Kyra teamed with Jay and the four began their game of 8-ball. Kyra and Jay won the first game. Mike and Chris won the second. Kyra looked at her watch...7:30. Jay offered to buy Kyra another mudslide. When he returned with her drink, they began a third game. Kyra and Jay were in the lead, and it was Kyra's turn. As she bent over to hit the 8 ball into the corner pocket, she felt Jay's hands sliding up her skirt. He then gently forced her over the edge of the table. His hands began to caress her glistening slit. She then felt his big cock head rubbing up and down her slit. Then, all of a sudden, he slid the entire length of his massive cock into her throbbing pussy. Kyra had never felt so full before. He began thrusting very hard. Kyra moaned and groaned with every thrust. Before she knew it, her total body was convulsing with a powerful orgasm. "I'm glad you like that, slut," Mike said, "cause we all gonna take a turn with ya." Jay then pulled his cock out of her, and pulled her up. He put both of his hands on her waist and led her to a couch on the far wall. He then sat down and pulled her to him. Mike stood behind her and slid his cock in her pussy to get it wet. He wasn't as large as Jay, but was still large in his own right. After sufficiently wetting his cock, he pulled out, and Jay slid her back onto his huge pole. Then Mike began to tease her asshole with his throbbing mushroom head. With one powerful thrust, Kyra had a cock in her pussy and in her ass. Almost immediately, she came again. The two began fucking her hard until both men came at the same time. Without giving her a chance to rest, two more guys slid into the positions Jay and Mike had just vacated and began to fuck her, too. As Brent walked into the bar, he realized something exciting was going on in the far corner. He grabbed Bud from the bar and walked over to see what was going on. He saw a beautiful redhead getting fucked by two big black men. Then he heard her moan. "Oh my god," he realized, "That's Kyra." He then watched as every man in the bar fucked her, some going back for seconds. Kyra didn't seem to mind. She was covered in cum, and was still coming over and over. Finally, Brent got his turn. As he took the position below her, she opened her eyes... "Bout time you got here," she said with a smile. "I'm glad to see you found a way to entertain yourself while you waited." They continued to fuck. When all the guys had had their turn, Kyra turned around and asked, "Anyone else??" When no one replied, Kyra stood up, pooled her skirt down, grabbed her purse and walked towards the door. Then all the guys called for her. When she turned around, they all chorused a big "Thanks!" "Anytime, boys, anytime." With that, she and Brent walked out of the bar. Night at the Bar As Anna pulled into the parking space in front of the bar, a heavy sigh escaped her. She already felt the tension and pure exhaustion of having to set up merchandise for the band she worked for. She was tired of setting up and tearing down, with nothing to show for it, no one in her hometown ever bought merchandise from the local bands. She flicked off her lights and killed the ignition, and hit the release for the trunk. She clipped up her shoulder length auburn hair, checked her make-up in the rearview mirror, and adjusted the fishnet top so that it ran down her hands. Opening the door to her white two door Saturn, and grabbing the black duffel bag from the passenger seat she sighed again to compose herself before going into the bar. Getting out she made sure that the black skirt she had chosen to wear was settled over the back of her full backside and straightened the fishnet hose that clung to her legs. Anna set the duffel bag on the ground outside the bar and headed back over to her car to get the box of the bands t-shirts and the rack that she hung them up on. Jake, one of the bouncers for the bar approached and grabbed the box from her. "I've got it Red, you lock up your car and I'll bring this stuff inside" he said nodding to the bar entrance. "Thanks, Jake I appreciate it. Are the guys in there yet?" She asked, already knowing the answer because the big silver truck was not to be seen in any of the parking spots generally used by band members. "Nope, haven't seen any of them yet. You're the first one to show up. First one in and the last one to leave though right?" He laughed, hoping to lighten her already dampened mood that was evident on her face. He had known Anna for several years and thought highly of all the work she did for some of the local bands in the area. He just wished she'd take it easy for a while. At 23, she was already tiring of the music scene. "Heh, yeah right. It's what I get paid the big bucks for! Ugh, make sure Aaron has a shot ready for me when I get in there..." She said shutting the hood of her car and double-checking to make sure her keys, money and id were in her possession before locking her car. *** Eric took a deep breath as he approached Gotham, the local bar that catered to the local music scene. It wasn't the best and fans in the area stopped buying stuff from the local bands years earlier, and the crowds were really starting to dwindle. He shifted his backpack and took a tighter grip on his guitar case, and started to cross the street to get to the bar. He saw Anna heading into the bar and smiled to himself. Anna was their merch girl among other things; she handled their e-mail and website stuff, adding pictures and information, she was also one of his best friends. Tonight, Anna had obviously chosen dress-up for the show, her normal attire was that of comfort: blue jeans and a t-shirt with the bands logo on the front. But not tonight, Anna was in almost all black, head to toe. She looked amazing in the black corset with the contrasting red fishnet top underneath pulled down to loop over her thumbs to keep it in place, black skirt that came to just mid thigh, her fishnet hose and calf length boots. She looked amazing. Eric had never admitted it to anyone else but he had, had a crush on Anna for the three years that they had been friends. He had just never done anything about it, he usually went for the leggy girls who liked to use guys in bands and break their hearts when something better came along. Never had he been interested in full figured women, which in this case is exactly what Anna was, she wasn't fat, but was rounder than the sticks he was used to. Anna on the other hand after a few drinks never seemed to have a problem telling him how interested she was in him, only she couldn't tell him when she was sober. Eric had realized during Anna's last relationship that he hated seeing her with anyone, he could be supportive, but the guys she dated rubbed him the wrong way. He wanted her for himself and decided as he closed in on the bar that tonight it was all or nothing. **** "Hey girl," a husky voice said. "Hey," Anna said looking back over her shoulder, "Hey Eric, your hear early. What's going on?" "Not much, need any help with merch? I can help before I have to start setting up my equipment if you want." He offered, as they exchanged hugs. "Nope, I'm good, but thanks." She said, and kidding she turned her back away from Eric and added, "So, what do you think? Maybe we'll sell more than a cd tonight if I bend over a little when I take pictures later." "I dunno maybe, just watch out for Jim. You know he loves it when you dress up for shows." Eric muttered, before turning away. He hated the way his friend and band manager ogled Anna, every chance he got his eyes were on her. Eric got tense and decided that in order not to take it out on her, he'd better walk away and get shot of Jagermeister before the others arrived. "Hey," Anna said lightly placing a hand on his shoulder, "What's wrong? It was just a joke. This place sucks! People get more action in the bathroom stalls here in one night than the merch area gets in a year." She was blushing and they both knew it, he didn't have to look at her to know the color was rushing up her neck and into her face and finally the tips of her ears. Her face took on a mischievous glow whenever she felt she had gone too far with sexual innuendos. "The bathrooms, eh?" He said turning to her, and realizing that she was a lot closer than he had imagined. Instantly feeling the heat building between them. "Yeah, the bathrooms..." Anna whispered, looking up into Eric's eyes, feeling herself getting hot and feeling an aching sensation growing at her apex. *** This is just the beginning and my first time writing erotica ....so please let me know what you think.